Creak, creak, creak.
Brant leaned his head toward the door, craning to see through its window. “Well, Sean is probably ready to pass out.”
Knox grunted. Brant had a sense about his children. Knox adored Caedmon; he did. But he’d never had the sense that he just knew what the child needed and when. Little children with their energy, emotions, and silliness always mystified Knox. Alex had finally gotten interesting in the last few years, and Caedmon occasionally had glimpses of an intelligent mind behind those black eyes.
But Brant had stepped into fatherhood with grace and dignity. It’s as if he’d done this in a previous life.
The conversation paused but this time with an air of finality. Skyler lifted her head and ears, her eyes asking the question Are we going back inside now? With a
